Where Jericho went, the walls fell.  No computer system was safe.  After transfering 30 trillion dollars into his Swiss bank account he felt the challenge was gone.  All that remained was one new frontier.

Armed only with a six-pack of Jolt and 2 hits of blotter acid, Jericho hacked into his own brain.

Perception is the key to the universe, and Jericho was God.  A tweak here, and he was loved and worshipped.  Change a parameter, and he was obeyed without question.

The world was his toy now, forever.

Every six hours, they change Jericho's IV, and turn him so he doesn't get bedsores.


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